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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

My Oriole is Back

The Oriole...by Balisha

While weeding in my garden in the merry month of May..
I heard a friendly bird in song... he really seemed to say..
"Hello, I'm back and ready... to build my hanging nest..
I'm here before my family... quite soon you'll hear the rest."
I listened and I looked around... to see if I could see..
The bird who sang so lovely, it seemed twas just for me.
I searched the woods to find him... as he flitted to and fro..
I knew the song he sang... to find him was my goal.
I spied this bird in towering tree ...I listened to his song..
I whistled back...he listened too... and then before too long...
He circled down and landed... on a limb in front of me..
We checked each other over ... his beauty I could see..
He cocked his head and looked at me and then he flew away..
My oriole was back, and I knew what he would say..
"Go fill the feeders with some jelly for my family and for me..
Make it grape...our favorite kind...if it's us you want to see.
We'll visit you most everyday and sample what you leave..
Our favorite brand is Smuckers...we love it if you please.

I was weeding along the woods border and I heard an old familiar song. An oriole was flying high above and just singing his heart out. I sat on the chair and whistled back. I thought to myself, "This bird is teasing me." I searched as he moved around not being able to find him. All of a sudden he came down and sat right in front of me (without a camera) I froze and didn't move a muscle. This wasn't the time to whistle back to him. He kept staring at me for the longest time. Then without warning he flew up into the treetops and started whistling again. He kept this up all afternoon, until he finally came to my feeder. He ate and ran. I look forward to seeing them each year. We buy jars and jars of grape jelly.When the feeder dish is empty...they make such a racket, scolding us until we fill it. Now the other little birds eat some seed...then hop on the oriole feeder and have dessert.

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